Lucius had been winning and then suddenly the tables turned on him, so quickly that he had no time to block or dodge and so fell once again. A wounded wild animal has a survival instinct like no other He had forgotten rule 5 Rule 5. Never underestimate your opponent and now he was going to pay for it.
He gritted his teeth as he felt the vampire sink his fangs into his neck, if Ambrose started sucking it was all over for him and he doubted the vampire would stop with his blood. Lucius reacted instinctively, rolled over so that he was on top. He could feel his hot blood flowing slowly but steadily out over his neck. It would be worse once the fangs were no longer there but it was his best chance.
Lucius felt light headed, it couldn't be from blood loss he had yet to lose much at all. He must have hit his head when he fell, this realisation sent a shooting pain through him. The table. He felt physically sick, he knew he shouldn't move but he had no choice. This had to end. Now. I will NOT die again!.
All the anger, rage, pain and suffering that he had locked away deep inside him suddenly burst from him. Like a dam that had burst it's bank, a torrent of power gripped him. It was the one type of magic that he had never used because it was too painful for him. Dark Magic.
In one risk and potentially deadly move, Lucius shoved one hand against the vampire's neck, forcing the fangs out of his neck. Barely clinging onto consciousness, he gripped his neck as if that would stop the blood from seeping through his fingers and immediately concentrating his magic and the dark magic into one single last attack as he collapsed. A deafening crack sounded as Ambrose's neck snapped. Everything blurred as he wildly grabbed at cushion, only just managing to press it against his neck as everything went black.